Budding Wonder

And when she talks

And when he talks

And when smile wants to manoeuvre

Manoeuvre out of the huddle

Out of the serene quiteness

Serene quiteness that is as much loved and tendered

As much is smile when it is atop precipice, atop citadel

Surpise striking is what takes the chord

No force , no torque

Surprise striking is what takes the chord

Unnaturality smacks and lose itself smacking

Promising never to return ashore

No force no army

No force no torque

So that when she looks at him or he looks at her

At anybody,at nobody or at life itself

So that when she talks to him or he looks at her

So that when he talks to her or she looks at him

Smile happen automatically

And automaticity takes the chord

The need to ask,  exhausts and get losts

No force no tweak

No force no torque

Uninterrupted, undisturdbed

Unperturbed will it flow….

 

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